George
"Tuna?" I ask.
"Yeah," Clarkson nods. "He's not here," he says and looks around.
"Tunaaaa!" I yell.
"Where could he be?" Clarkson mutters. "You're cat is really...something."
"What!?" I glare at him.
"I'm just sharing my opinion about him, George," Clarkson calmly explains. "I told you to wear your coat," he nags.
"Where on earth isâ"
"Meow," my words are cut by a familiar sound.
"It's-It's Tuna! None of you owns a cat, right? I'm sure it's him," I quickly scan the surroundings. "You can hear where he is, right?"
"Yes, he's this way," Clarkson starts walking to where the cat is.
"Wait for me!" I roll the sleeves of my white-and-blue striped pajamas. I catch up with his pace. We have been looking for the cat for almost an hour. Finally, I can rest and sleep.
"Where is he?" I breathe out.
"Up there," he points to the cliff.
"Up there? Why is he up there?" I ask worriedly.
"I don't know, Georgina. I'm not a cat."
We go up to the wooden staircase. The cat sits down as if he's waiting for us.
"See? He's a good kitty," I tell Clarkson in a convincing voice.
"If he is, we won't be here, looking for him," he fires back.
"Meow," Mr. Tuna greets us while cleaning his paw.
"Come here, Tuna. Let's go back," I coo.
"Meow."
"Yes, yes," I say while nodding. "Meow. Let's go," I say while walking. "We should restâNo!"
The cat runs upstairs. I run to catch him. He continues to climb up the stairs. I stop and take a deep breath.
"Hah, he's faster than I thought." I look around and see the beautiful sky. It's a bit cloudy, but the view of the villagers dancing around the bonfire makes the scenery perfect.
"Wow," I mumble. "I can see the whole village here!"
"Yes," Clarkson smiles. "Because we're almost on the top of the cliff."
"We are," I say and look to the sky. I can almost touch the edge of the cliff. The cold wind blows.
"Oh myâ" I shiver and hug myself. "We have to get the cat now. It's damn cold up here."
"Meow."
"There he goes again," Clarkson whines and rolls his eyes.
"You said that the alpha is located up here, right?" I ask and cross my arms on my chest. I bit my cold lip to stop myself from shivering.
"Mm, hmm," Clarkson nods and starts walking. He removes his coat and places it on my shoulder. "He's up here, and I don't want them to catch us here at the upper village."
"Why?" I whisper and wear the coat properly.
"Because students shouldn't be roaming around the most dangerous part of the village, where most of the attacks occur," he explains, intertwining our fingers.
I look for Mr. Tuna and see him sitting beside the tent, at the center part of the upper village. We carefully walk to him. I see shadows of men gathered in the tent, like an ongoing meeting.
"Dranula is there," Clarkson whispers. "The one sitting with wineglass."
Once we got there, I picked up Mr. Tuna. Thankfully, he didn't run away this time.
"Shouldn't we give her a grand welcome party?" I hear one of them speak.
"A welcome party isn't that necessary. We have to prepare for the escaped Prince."
"The villagers prepared a traditional bonfire gathering for her. Isn't that enough?"
"George, let's go," Clarkson whispers.
"Besides, she's just a normal werewolf citizen. There's nothing special about her."
"Do you believe those witches?" I hear chuckles and the clinking of glasses.
"There's no way the vampires will attack us. They are too busy in looking for the heir."
"We have our back up," Dranula speaks. He chuckles. "Just in case. The vampires and werewolves will be very surprised when they find out who." They all laugh and drink their liquor.
I look at Clarkson. Confusion is written all over his face.
"What are you doing here?"
I quickly look at Elis with an ax in his hand.
"We're sorry, Sir," Clarkson politely apologizes.
"A cat. Hmmm," Elis takes a step forward. "I thought an outsider," he says while scanning the cat.
I hug Mr. Tuna tight while Mr. Tuna snarls at him.
"We should go now," Clarkson says.
"Who are they talking about? Who's their backup?" I whisper while running downstairs.
"I don't know," Clarkson whispers back.
Do you believe those witches?
Even the current Alpha does not believe in me.
I sigh.
"They also know that Jared escaped," I breathe out. "And they are calm about it."
"It's a bit strange, but maybe Dranula already had a plan," Clarkson breathes.
I run downstairs, but I feel dizzy. My feet slow down. Mr. Tuna purrs and rubs his cheek to my neck. I hold my head and firmly close my eyes. Slowly, I open my eyes and see Clarkson running downstairs.
"C-Clarkson!" I yell as sharp pain strikes through my temple. Through my blurry vision, I see him stop and face me. A pain in my jaw occurs, bridging to my head.
"George? What's happening?" Clarkson worriedly asks.
My knees weaken. Clarkson catches me before I fall. I feel a tingling sensation in my hands. The cat jumps off my arms and rubs his head on my leg. I ball my fists to ease the pain.
"George? Can you still hear me?"
I can hear him. But for some reason, I can not respond. My gaze tries to focus on the werewolf in front of me. Slowly, my vision becomes clear. My hands start shaking while I'm trying to intertwine our fingers.
"Clarkson? I'm scared," I whisper and start crying. I can't fully take over my body. "I'm scared."
"It's fine. Y-you're transforming. You have to be mentally, physically, and emotionally strong. Okay?" he calmly explains.
"Meow," Mr. Tuna brushes his cheek on my leg.
I slowly nod and look at Clarkson's gray eyes. I tried to focus on him. Only him. My vision keeps on changing from gray to red. But I don't think about it.
I have to be strong.
"There. J-just look at me, hmm? I'll carry you home," he smiles. I see fangs in his mouth. His gray eyes turn into a pair of red eyes.
"Go away!" I push him away while I stumble on my knees. I grip my head with both of my hands and firmly close my eyes.
"G-George, it's me," he whispers and tries to touch my hand.
I'm confused.
I can't think straight.
I hear laughter in my head.
"Who are you!?" I yell while looking around.
"What's happening?"
"Is that Miss George?"
"Is she alright?"
"Help!" Clarkson yells. I hear his distorted voice.
"That's Liev! Let's go."
I look at the villagers approaching us. They're running to where the two of us are. The calm scene of villagers quickly changes into angry men attacking me.
"Stop!" I yell and try to stand on my feet.
Everything is distorted.
My vision.
Their voices.
"George, calm down," I look up and see Camira holding my hands.
"Let go of me, Monsters!" I yell while aggressively pulling away from her grip.
"Dahlia! Where's Dahlia? Call Dahlia immediately!" she commands. "Metamorphe!"
"She's transforming!"
"Call Miss Dahlia!"
"Prepare her bed!"
"We have to keep her healthy!"
I'm confused.
With everything.
I feel dizzy and tired.
"Dahlia is here!"
I can still hear them, but their voices aren't clear anymore. They cover my mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. I unintentionally inhale the floral scent and feel sleepy. Someone carries me. I try to open my eyes and see Clarkson's blurry silhouette.
"You have to stay strong in this phase," Clarkson says.
I slowly nod before I fall asleep.
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